Ninety-five years ago today, Mrs. Neff gave birth to a bouncing baby boy. She called him Bobby, I call him Dad.
We celebrated his birthday early this year. We ate, talked, took naps, ate, talked and took another nap. I've inherited my Dad's love for a quick afternoon nap.
Dad and I were able to also attend Church services at the Church where I grew up. What a blessing that was!
While we in Florida are counting our blessings that Isaac took a left turn, we are praying for our neighboring states as Isaac continues his path.
What a blessing you are to all of us Dad. We pray you have a day full of God's grace. And maybe even an extra nap.
Happy Birthday Dad! We love you.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
